Tuesday, April 12, 2016


There is a great peace upon a garden
When we leave its beard untrimmed
For a chaos trumps the adoring order
And in such untidy places we dream
Wait silent among the glorious growth
And like a strong vine upon a tree
We may weave and flow around purpose
Merge into the very landscape
And so hidden, we may then watch,
For such a contentment to come to us